Driving to swim team yesterday, apologizing to Zeia for being impatient and mean, explaining that I'm kinda PMS-y right now. She was gentle and forgiving as always, but quiet, thinking. Then, “I think I know what PMS stands for! Period Makes Snappy” -followed by wild laughter from us both.

Kyle, absentmindedly flipping through an Ikea mag. Zeia, ( Read more... )

Zeia split her chin open. She didn't cry. Later she told me that she felt like crying but she was in front of a bunch of kids from school. She told herself, "I'm not going to cry in front of luke, I'm not going to cry in front of luke."
Luke's mom came over later and taped her chin up while all the kids piled into a pillow-and-sleeping bag nest and ( Read more... )

I've been MIA, it's true. And in the spirit of not wanting to kill this blog completely, I think it's time to change focus. I'm not in Dubai or Yemen or anywhere dirty or strange or wonderful and while school is great and all, it's such a sterile space and it would depress you, me, and all of us if I were to catalogue the doldrums of my life as it ( Read more... )

Zeia had a writing exercise in class which was a letter to Santa. Zeia's letter said:

Dear Santa, 
I was very good this year. I would like some books. It would be nice if you got me some choclet custerd. I would like a lego set of polices. Also I would like some oranges, too. It would be 10 times good if I got some choclet custerd. 
Very
trooly
yours
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It's Christmastime. I think maybe I've listened to more Christmas music in the last two weeks than I have in the past 15 years combined? Really. Zeia is obsessed. She loves "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" and despite last years sweet display of selflessness seen in her letter to Santa (see below), her other favorite is..... "Santa Baby." Though I ( Read more... )

Zeia believes in God and fairies and Santa and stuffed animals coming to life.

I, too, believed in stuffed animals coming to life, but mine was a morbid faith; my toys had the shine of bloodthirst in their plastic eyes.
Zeia finds my old childhood bear, Coco, in a drawer and is delighted. She asks, “Did you believe Coco was real when you were a kid ( Read more... )

Note: We are looking for friends to join us in our fun. Drop a line if you want to drop in on any of these events/activities.

Surf

Skate Dogs skateboard camp

Local farmers market

Press flowers

Beachwalk Swim Team

Make a pill bug terrarium

Library reading program

Make gumdrop sculptures

Adventure Playground (the mud park)

Hike San Diego

Make ice cream with ( Read more... )

I wrapped it all up with straight A's
thus changing my Good Standing status to
Provost Honors.

!

Now, summer.

I think I'm too old for all nighters. 
Because I wake up hung over- I only had two drinks last night:
carrot juice and lemon water.
Call me a light weight.
Black Swan eyes.
Waiting for the mate latte to kick.

Sleep deprivation does funny things. Like:
I pour Zeia a glass of water. Then I get her breakfast ready and bring it to the table. But where is ( Read more... )

1.  I would like a typewriter.

2. I would rather be listening to/ singing this song than writing my paper. So I am.

3. Caffeine giddiness- the significance of grande. It may mean something different to you than to me. Feeling moony. Coffee makes me love everyone the way too many beers might.

4. Hair. Like this and like this. But a little bit longer ( Read more... )